The Met and Dicapo were
places Pete's
people
hung,
thinking they'd sing in The Ring of the
Nibelung --
highly unlikely for lads with one
feeble lung:
hey-diddle-doodle-dah-day.
She diets,
does Blossom – i.e., dear friend
Dearie.
She nibbles on kibbles, though's grown "lo-cal"
weary.
Full-fill’d, she'll be bill’d as Brünnhilde, Val-
thinking they'd sing in The Ring of the
Nibelung --
highly unlikely for lads with one
feeble lung:
hey-diddle-doodle-dah-day.
She nibbles on kibbles, though's grown "lo-cal"
Full-fill’d, she'll be bill’d as Brünnhilde, Val-
kyrie:
what say...? Diddle-doodle-dah-day…?
Lot (a
lot!) learns the hard way: to trust neither
ears nor eyes.
This much Lot's certain of: Monday the
sun will rise --
surely as God’s in His heaven and all’s…
Surprise!!
Vay! Diddle-doodle-dah-day!
Anne's
as avid for anklets as Manon
Lescaut.
Some would say Anne's a wacko (more 'WAC' -- if
less '-ko').
Still, if gab is of gold, she'll shill. "For it
let’s go!
What the...hey! Diddle-doodle-dah-day!"
what say...? Diddle-doodle-dah-day…?
ears nor eyes.
This much Lot's certain of: Monday the
sun will rise --
surely as God’s in His heaven and all’s…
Surprise!!
Vay! Diddle-doodle-dah-day!
Lescaut.
Some would say Anne's a wacko (more 'WAC' -- if
Still, if gab is of gold, she'll shill. "For it
let’s go!
What the...hey! Diddle-doodle-dah-day!"
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